The Roaring Days

The Roaring Days - Henry Lawson - Australian Poetry Henry Lawson

THE night too quickly passes And we are growing old,
So let us fill our glasses
And toast the Days of Gold;
When finds of wondrous treasure Set all the South ablaze,
And you and I were faithful mates
All through the Roaring Days

Then stately ships came sailing
From every harbour’s mouth.
And sought the Land of Promise
That beaconed in the South
Then southward streamed their Streamers
And swelled their canvas full
To speed the wildest dreamers
E’er borne in vessel’s hull.

Their shining Eldorado Beneath the southern skies
Was day and night for ever
Before their eager eyes.
The brooding bush, awakened,
Was stirred in wild unrest,
And all the year a human stream
Went pouring to the West.

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